That's what this little man is to me. He is sugar all wrapped up in my arms, dancing across the kitchen floor, nestled in my lap while reading and lounging on the floor playing with toys. He is a barrage of questions, comments, observations, insights and love. Always going, little mind racing and eyes always seeing.
And then he stops for a moment, spots a piece of chocolate and sweetly asks me "Mama can I have a piece of chawclat?" How do you say no to that?
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